And a Fairy Godmother turned up and said "Give me a pumpkin and I will turn it into the biggest tent in the world."
So our tent was the biggest tent in the world and we pitched it by a river and we lived happily ever after.
Monday, 27 April 2009
We went Camping at Easter
And a Fairy Godmother turned up and said "Give me a pumpkin and I will turn it into the biggest tent in the world."
we are not alone
Obviously. But- just quickly - Me mrs (she's very smart) well, she got in contact with someone who knew some other lezzos who had a baby or two with some other gayboes.
And then, she - me mrs - got in email contact with one of the other lezzos (the smarter one, probably, not the lazy one who probably blogs badly about their adventures but acheives little else) and asked her about her experience with familying with two new people who you only met in order to family. And actually her email (which my mrs forwarded on to me, but she didn't read it aloud...hmmm) was quite insightful and interesting. They are poms, from what I gathered. I think they mentioned Tescos or Double Decker Buses or "heading off darn the offy".
The good lezzo mum said: be up front about everything from the start, basically. Great advice. We are due a proper chat with our boys. And time to start getting things down on paper.
We are having a lovely time with our gaybo dads. I am feeling warmer towards them every time I see them.
We haven't started trying yet. We are thinking of me mrs taking her temp in the morning and handing the thermometer straight to me without looking at it. I will record the temps and chart her cycle. She can therefore stop obsessing/stressing about it and therefore kind of sabotaging it.
I can't bring myself to go into detail about the stress-sabotage relationship. I did, however, write a fucking thesis on it a couple years a fucking go when I first started this blog and I had had one miscarriage and I was trying to get pregnant. So that is where I direct you if you're into reading about pain and frustration. Now I am seeing a very similar thing only it is me Mrs and not me and also we are not pissing hundreds of dollars darn the drain on those fucking ovulation kits that you piss on/up the wall/off the wall/off your face/fucked.
And then, she - me mrs - got in email contact with one of the other lezzos (the smarter one, probably, not the lazy one who probably blogs badly about their adventures but acheives little else) and asked her about her experience with familying with two new people who you only met in order to family. And actually her email (which my mrs forwarded on to me, but she didn't read it aloud...hmmm) was quite insightful and interesting. They are poms, from what I gathered. I think they mentioned Tescos or Double Decker Buses or "heading off darn the offy".
The good lezzo mum said: be up front about everything from the start, basically. Great advice. We are due a proper chat with our boys. And time to start getting things down on paper.
We are having a lovely time with our gaybo dads. I am feeling warmer towards them every time I see them.
We haven't started trying yet. We are thinking of me mrs taking her temp in the morning and handing the thermometer straight to me without looking at it. I will record the temps and chart her cycle. She can therefore stop obsessing/stressing about it and therefore kind of sabotaging it.
I can't bring myself to go into detail about the stress-sabotage relationship. I did, however, write a fucking thesis on it a couple years a fucking go when I first started this blog and I had had one miscarriage and I was trying to get pregnant. So that is where I direct you if you're into reading about pain and frustration. Now I am seeing a very similar thing only it is me Mrs and not me and also we are not pissing hundreds of dollars darn the drain on those fucking ovulation kits that you piss on/up the wall/off the wall/off your face/fucked.
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
Ambiviland
Its a weird, weird thing that my mrs and I are doing. We had to go out into the world and find people to father our children.To help us make humans. And raise them. Think about that. You have to raise kids with someone but not know them at all till you start. Bloody gruelling time searching and we'll never know if we made the "right" choice in some ways because because because because because.
Because we feel the pressure of two biological clocks.
Because we didn't meet and love these men for fifteen years and consider them family before talking about parenting with them.
We found the lads in the end. And that has been great and also really weird and challenging. We've gone on several dates with them now and had lots of talks about child-rearing and time allocations and stuff. KT wrote everything down on paper and printed everything out 4 times and then we talked about everything again and had some difficult conversations about religion and now we have to print everything out on paper again so everyone is clear. And it can't possibly ever be clear because the whole thing is theoretical because there are no children. And we have no short-hand with these men. And long-hand is so humourless and stressful sometimes.
But the lads got my mother's stamp of approval on Monday night. Major event- the beginning of the introductions. It was a lovely time over at the old lady's house. We didn't talk about children or ovulation or religion and while some things are still up in the air we had a good old fashioned cuppa tea and cat patting session while the old lady made a cushion cover out of an old cardigan. There were some good easy vibes in the room and plently of laughs. They are very generous and lovely guys.
KT is at acupuncture as we speak and maybe they will say something positive like "go for it".
We are talking about going for it next cycle regardless of their permission just to have a practise go. Both of us are probably secretly remembering when we had that first practise go years ago with original Donor Dad and me and I got up the duff like quite a lot of dropped hats. And we are thinking that would be a treat if that happened. Maybe we are thinking that. Maybe we are not.
Because we feel the pressure of two biological clocks.
Because we didn't meet and love these men for fifteen years and consider them family before talking about parenting with them.
We found the lads in the end. And that has been great and also really weird and challenging. We've gone on several dates with them now and had lots of talks about child-rearing and time allocations and stuff. KT wrote everything down on paper and printed everything out 4 times and then we talked about everything again and had some difficult conversations about religion and now we have to print everything out on paper again so everyone is clear. And it can't possibly ever be clear because the whole thing is theoretical because there are no children. And we have no short-hand with these men. And long-hand is so humourless and stressful sometimes.
But the lads got my mother's stamp of approval on Monday night. Major event- the beginning of the introductions. It was a lovely time over at the old lady's house. We didn't talk about children or ovulation or religion and while some things are still up in the air we had a good old fashioned cuppa tea and cat patting session while the old lady made a cushion cover out of an old cardigan. There were some good easy vibes in the room and plently of laughs. They are very generous and lovely guys.
KT is at acupuncture as we speak and maybe they will say something positive like "go for it".
We are talking about going for it next cycle regardless of their permission just to have a practise go. Both of us are probably secretly remembering when we had that first practise go years ago with original Donor Dad and me and I got up the duff like quite a lot of dropped hats. And we are thinking that would be a treat if that happened. Maybe we are thinking that. Maybe we are not.
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